dudeimbatman | 7th Hunt [Accidental Video] I'm back in black

[The camera flickers on and is angled upwards. Dean is shoved gently out of of an apartment. He's wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else. His pants are pushed at him by a gorgeous brunette who leans in to kiss him on the neck. A redhead emerges just behind her with an eyeliner stick in one hand. She puts one hand on his other shoulder and starts writing across his chest. He's got an idiot's blissful grin on his face]

Play time over?

[Yes it is said in the same tone a six year old who has to go home would use]

Sorry Dean. We've got to go to work and Mr. Bass gets upset when we're late

[That's the brunette but the redhead is agreeing with a pout and a nod of her head. She has signed his chest with her name and number, call me and a little smiley face.]

Trisha gets off at 2 and I'm off at 3. We can try the thing with the handcuffs

Oh sweet baby Jesus I love open minded room mates.

[That earns him some giggling and a door slammed in his face. This is when Dean notices the device is on. He shrugs and directs that idiot's grin toward the camera. He's already heading outside toward the Impala still wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. Modesty is not something Dean struggles with.]

Strippers? Best invention ever

[ooc: The girls are just extras, strippers at Chuck's club. Dean's deal with Laszlo is up today. He celebrated with open minded room mate strippers. Feel free to encounter him pantsless on his way home or video or voice or whatever. Just be warned he's a very happy, cocky boy right now who is making up for a month of no sex drive]

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Shit. That's just fantastic. Dean stops in his tracks, rubs a hand over the back of his head and tries to buy himself some time. "Uhm..." Yeah he was going to have to tell some version of the truth here. "Y'know how you can make deals with deities to get things you want?" He pauses a beat. "Like the Impala?"

He doesn't wait for her to answer. He assumes she's been here long enough to figure things out and has read the guide enough.

"The Impala cost me a month of my sex drive. Last night deal ended and it came back. With a vengeance."

That would be Jo's jaw dropping, yep, as the pieces fall into place. "I knew somethin' was wrong with you. That whole time? Since I got here? That explains everything," she said, sounding like she had just found out real-Dean was switched with a cyborg-Dean or something up until yesterday.

"And, so what, you thought it'd be okay to just run off after takin' it out on me? Sure know how to make a girl feel special," she snarked, because there really wasn't any other way of putting it, in her mind. Any other way would make it seem like she was hurt or something, but she wasn't hurt, she was annoyed. Dammit. Even though she was back to looking around the apartment, as if she was so annoyed she couldn't even look at him. Yes, that was it, sure. Not the embarrassment of thinking that Dean was completely appalled with himself for kissing her like that, no.

"What do you mean that explains everything?" And this is highly offended Dean. He didn't think...okay so--never mind. He still wants the question answered.

"I didn't take it out on you, Jo," Dean rolls his eyes. He purses his lips and shakes his head. "I left so I wouldn't 'take it out' on you. The whole 'last night on earth' rejection isn't that distant for me. I didn't think you'd want me molesting you because my Upstairs brain had been decommissioned for the night."

"Hey, I only said no because--" Jo stops herself, because she hates to admit it, but Dean has a point. If anything did happen recently between them, she's sure she would have felt just as uncertain about it as that last night on Earth. She didn't want to be just another conquest. Her arms crossed over her chest as she shifted from one foot to the other, trying to figure out how to answer his question without making it seem like she had a friggin' terrible opinion of him or something.

"You were just actin' different. A lot different." She peeked back over to him, a slight shift in her gaze just to see if he'd take that as her final answer. "I mean, you let me share your bed with you. And nothin' happened. Not that something should've happened, but it just. Didn't ever get awkward? And I feel like it should've been. Maybe. That make sense?"

Dean scrubs a hand over his hair and then his face. Jo has a point. She really does. He clears his throat and shrugs. "Mornings would have been a lot more awkward."

At least they were almost done with the renovations to the apartment next door so there'd be more room?

"You can still sleep in the bed. Mornings just might include more rise and shine," he waggles his eyebrows at her.

"Oh, nice." Jo's nose scrunches up, but she can't help the short laugh at his joke. Even if he wasn't joking. Crimany. "Y'know actually, I might start lookin' for my own place. Even if I get that bartendin' job I've been looking into so I can start paying some kinda rent, I still feel bad about just moving in without any warning."

That is a scowly face Dean is making at her. "You don't gotta go anywhere else. New place'll have plenty of bedrooms but hey I'm not turning down rent if you've got a job. Means more beer in the fridge."

And have an idiotic grin.

"You say that now, but will you still want me around when I tell any of your lady friends that you're busy putting cream on that inexplicable rash whenever they come around?" Jo's turn to grin, 'cause after years of living with Ash, she knows exactly the wrong things to say to keep a girl around for her guy friends. Hardy har har.

"That's what lady friends have their own apartments for," Dean smirks at her.

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